I hate you.
Now, I regret everything that we have.
I regret praying for you.
I regret that I wished the best for you.
I regret that I wrote letters for you.
How I wish I could turn back time and stop my self from loving you.
How I wish that I could stop my self from meeting you and being attached to you.
You are no different.
You said you'll protect me and be there for me everytime I need you.
But you're the one who hurt me.
You're the one who thinks of me that way.
You could've stop them frome hurting me.
But you choose not to.
What do I expect?
You're the same coward as you are.
But does that stope myself from loving you?
No.
After all this I hate myself because I can't even unlove.
Fuck you for making me feel this way.
YOU ARE READING
A Letter To You
Randomcontents of this "story" is my personal message for this certain someone.